Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Little Man,
MDC,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.